Wrestlemania X Card and TTs

[Jye]

"Call a wah-mbulance... Can we call a wah-mbulance"

The person behind the voice walks onto the stage stopping by ladder atop the entrance ramp. The crowd erupt into cheers as Billie Kay leans onto the ladder, The ladder topples off the entrance way into an abyss of equipment, This causes Billie to jump from the sudden shock, Billie Kay looks worried as she itches her ear as if she wants nothing to do with it

"Geesh, Would ya look at that! Gone and stuffed it up..." 

Billie Kay laughs as she looks Ziggler up and down...

"You think ya got fair crack at winning the contract, Good joke. I just happen to be the business assosiciate of the winner of this match... "

Billie Kay gestures wiping away a tear from humour as she contains herself before continuing...

"Sonya Deville will just come in and steal it away, Just like a dingo taking a baby!. Easy."

Billie Kay slaps her knee as she laughs at her own joke...

"The Main Event" Sonya Deville walks onto the stage in a tailored suit carrying a microphone in her right hand as she steps front and center as she waits for her music to go down...

"Thanks Billie, I look at the battlefields and see men who don't have the balls to take this figurative brass ring and run with it. Gresham you come out here and say I am not on your level well that's obvious because all I see when I look at you from MY LEVEL! is an ant. I don't need to be given permission to enter this ladder match I take the title shot from you as you look up to the lights, Trying to figure out what arena we are in. Looking to my right I see Dolph Ziggler who is a former UWF World Champion, I mean all respect by saying where the hell have you been, You show up to wrestle once in a blue moon and never get results like you used to Ziggler it's sad to see you so washed up.  "

"Swoggle I mean it's a sad pathetic joke they keep you around, Just look at the rest of us it just doesn't add up. It's like UWF Brass see fit to put you on show like a dog or a freakshow used to scare kids who don't eat their vegetables. "

Billie Kay pipes up laughing at her own joke before even getting a chance to say it..

"I mean its like "Jimmy eat your vegetables or you'll stop growing just like Swoggle" am i right? "

Sonya smirks acknowledging her managers remark before continuing with her final statement...

"I will say one final thing before another bozo comes out here, Simple fact of life is once the Main Event Sonya Deville steps foot on this ramp and She has already won the battle..."

[vinny1979]

The fans are booing as we see Hot Rod make his way out with a mic in his hand and he stops right at the entrance ramp and he laughs to himself. 

Hot Rod: Well, well, well it looks like we are going to have ourselves a fight right here at Wrestlemania. 

Piper stops and he looks at Greshem, Dolph, Swoggle and the lady right next to him Sonya. He puts his hands up as he continues.

Hot Rod: Easy princess easy. I will get to you in a moment. I have something to say to those 3  punk ass bitches standing in the middle of my ring.

Piper points at the 3 men in the ring.

Hot Rod: First of all is that the Lucky Charms Leprachaun I am looking it in the middle of that ring? I mean Swoggle why don't you go and make some little kid very happy with your "Magically Delicious" Lucky Charms. Swoggle,  you stand no shot at even winning this match so why even try. 

Piper gets a smirk on his face as he continues.

Hot Rod: I look into that ring and I see a guy who thinks that he is the greatest wrestler in this match right here at Wrestlemania but guess what Greshem I am the one who was going up and down this road while your momma's tit was in your mouth. You have no damn respect for people who paved the way for you you punk ass bitch and I promise you one thing and that is you can try to fly around that ring all you damn well want but Greshem did you not see what I did to Matt Sydal last week on Revolution? I beat his ass and I put his ass to sleep and everybody is probably thinking I stand no chance in a ladder match but news flash I have my eye on the prize and that is getting a Television Championship match somewhere down the line. As for the next bitch in this match that brings me to Dolph Ziggler. The man who has been here so many times I lost goddamn count. I mean Dolph you stroll your ass back into the UWF and you think that you are going to climb that ladder and walk out of Wrestlemania with something that belongs to me? What drugs are you smoking because I want some. Dolph, you stand no chance tonight because I'm not coming here to win but I will do whatever it damn well takes in order to climb that ladder and walk out of here at Wrestlemania with a Television Championship opportunity. It is so close I can taste it.

Piper gets another smirk on his face before he looks at Sonya and chuckles. She is seen getting upset as Piper tries to calm her down.

Hot Rod: Easy Sonya, easy!! No need to get your panties in a bunch sweetheart. Did you not see what happened to Kacy when she tried to mess with Hot Rod? She ran back to wherever it was she came from crying like a little bitch and I never laid a damn finger on here. She was so distraught over what I did to Edge she ran to the back crying never to be seen in the UWF again. Sonya, don't suffer the same fate as Kacy because if you step foot into that ring I promise you it won't be pretty and I can promise you your pretty little face will be a bloody mess when I'm done with you. As for whoever else wants to come out here and run their damn mouth namely John Cena and Roman Reigns step your asses out here and I can promise you you will get the taste slapped out of your mouth you two jackasses. This is my night and my Television Championship opportunity and nobody is going to stop me.

Piper stops and lowers the mic and starts to pace as he awaits to see who will be next to say anything.

[rebornmattsydal]

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Matt Sydal walks out with a microphone, he does his nifty signature slide through the bottom ring apron rope into the ring.





  Matt Sydal:
First I want to address the fans here. I appreciate the support I really do.  To come out and still get reactions this big, shows regardless of outcome, win lose or draw. 
I came here to UWF and got signed on February 8th. So far I've had five matches, I lost four and won one. A pretty big win though, I defeated John Cena.
We would all love to be undefeated, keep on rising the ranks but that's not reality, that's not what this business is. It's the journey, it's defying the odds, it's the challenges, it's pushes you to be better, keep on going. I beat John Cena because  he is stagnant. 

When the going get's tough, when it's make it or break it. I've been around long enough to prove that my word is as good as anyone else here. I'm going to win this ladder match. 
Come see what I'm saying!

[ultrainstinct]

Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more. 


















Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing an all too familiar smug look on his face. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth stands inside the ring opposite of Sami, and mean mugs him from across the ring. Seth enters the ring, manger behind him, and stares at Sami for what seems like an eternity before slowly bringing the mic to his lips.



Seth Rollins: The only thing you’re hell bent on Sami is proving to the world that you really are a man with a death wish that is adamant on making sure his own funeral arrives early.



You’re damn right this is personal. You’ve been an annoying thorn in my side for far too long and it’s about time that you finally get what’s coming to you. Before I kick your ass at the grandest stage of them all, I wanted to congratulate you on putting an end to your losing streak. I know you dominated the tag team division but it seems as if lately, singles competition isn’t your cup of tea. The only win you’ve had lately is over your old female tag team partner, and I wanted to say congratulations on taking candy from a baby. You beat a woman and stole her half of the defunct tag team championships. Your consolation prize for competing in stupid games, assaulting women and stealing is going to be the date of a lifetime with me on April 11th.



Seth takes a moment and pauses to point at the large WrestleMania X sign hanging from the rafters. The crowd pops at the mention of the largest pay per view of the year being just around the corner with numerous dream showdowns, including this one. Paul stands behind his client egging the fans on to chant and cheer louder.





You see Sami, we’re going to have a nice little time at the biggest stage of them all, and it’s only fitting. You see at WRESTLEMANIA, you’re going to be left to rot on your filthy, grimy, dirty, disgusting little knees and I’m going to make you pay for all of the sins and travesties that you’ve committed against me. I haven’t forgotten about the match against Drew Galloway that you cost me and come Mania, you will pay for that too, and all of the sins that you’ve committed against the UWF Universe in the last few months. You see Sami, you’ve got everything all wrong. April 11th isn’t going to be the date that Seth Rollins returns ends—oh no. It’s going to be the day that Sami Zayn get’s baptized with an ass whooping in this very ring and he pays for all of his sins! April 11th is going to be the demise of Sami Zayn as you all know him.



The crowds pops with a thunderous reception at the thought of Sami Zayn getting his ass handed to him. A small chant for Seth starts up but he ignores it and keeps on address the world and his future competitor.



Your championship belts won’t be able to save you, and no amount of words you let defecate from that toilet of yours that you call a mouth is going to save you either. The sun has shined on your parade and now the storm is coming. I’ll give you and the world a spoiler alert, you won’t be able to withstand the wind, and you damn sure won’t be able to withstand the heat and the flames. You’ve still got time to run away, repent, and vanish in a corner until you change your heart. Or I can just beat your ass, I personally prefer the latter, and I think there’s 20,000 people here in attendance who want to see it!



Seth lowers his mic and lets the fans scream their approval.

[Fauche]

The reigning, defending UWF Intercontinental Champion elevates his microphone, eager to respond and tear another strip off of the over-zealous WARHORSE, but before he can get a word out, Samoa Joe steps in. With his bowling ball-like head cocked quizzically to one side, the submission specialist looks to clear a few things up.

Joe: Wait. Hold up. I must be starting to lose some hearing with all that hollering. I might've misheard. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounded to me like you were speaking with the spirit and conscience of a more righteous man than you have any right to claim. What a shame that would be, too, because the last thing you need to do is add hypocrisy to your many, many faults.



It wouldn't make a lick of god damn sense for you to adopt the stance of a purist. You wanna sell a prize fight? Hype yourself up? None of that bothers me in the least. This Knight in Shining Armor thing, though? That's a bridge too far, son. A hero... yeah, you ain't that. I've been called a lot worse than a failure and a liar. It's just too rich coming from you. That's a big game you talk about fighting your way into this spot, but like Punk already said, you'd didn't beat nobody. You messed up your chance, same as you did any other time leather and gold were on the line. Only reason EC3 tossed you a bone is because you came for my boy here. Not by outclassing him in competition, nah... cheap shots. Must be easy hitting from behind when the whole world's got its back turned on you.

Punk here, since first day on the job he said he wanted to fight everyone. One after the next. What about you? Lose a few big ones so your start picking on the jobbers like a classic bully. Come back around, can't get it done at the Rumble, lose that four-way, same old story. Like that Big Bad Wolf, blowin' down the hay and the sticks but none of that hot air can knock down bricks. Instead of trying to earn your way back up the ladder, you cut bait and go low. I'm not saying I'd respect you if you could admit what kinda man you are instead of making like you're something you ain't... I'm only saying it'd be nice to see a person with a bit of dignity in this position you've stolen.

Then again, I'm just some fat-ass has-been. Who am I to lecture someone whose accomplished so much in this business?

Samoa Joe's facetious question is his last. He steps back again while Punk assumes the lead on the verbal smackdown again.

Punk: Look man, Joe's right. You come off like the grimiest piece of shit in the sewer when you posture up like the do-gooder given the game of snakes and ladders you played to end up standing in a ring with me again. And even after all the denial and the name-calling you've been creaming at the top of your lungs all night, I'm not convinced.

I still don't believe you.

It's just yak yak yak and it's impossible to understand what the hell you're actually saying. Who're you trying to convince? Me? Joe? Or just yourself? Does the doubt ease off the louder you shout at it? Telling me you're finally going to win the big one because you're a "fighter" and you "know it" means even less than your drunken, idiot fans tagging me on twitter telling me they're gonna beat me up some day. At least those pricks aren't tested and proven losers. You promising to kick my ass has as much merit as Charlie Brown swearing he's gonna kick that football before Lucy pulls it away. You're Wile E. Coyote vowing to kill the Road Runner. Dick Dastardly betting on himself to place first in the race. Shoot, is that one a bit too dated? I just thought talking cartoons with you might help you understand me, for what I hope are obvious reasons.



At this point, it's probably too much to ask you to disabuse yourself of the idea that this is a conversation between equals, where we say something, you fire back and we all just agree to disagree, huh? Our having the moral and intellectual high ground, not to mention all the momentum coming in, isn't gonna be enough for you to knock it off with the logically bankrupt rhetoric, is it? Well... okay. Fine then. Maybe EC3'll think twice before booking a mouth-breathing chimp in his biggest show's co-main next time around. I'll just keep doing the heavy lifting even if it's as useful as showing a dog a magic trick. Your reasoning gets more vague, your criticisms less grounded in anything close to reality, and here's me, the humble servant just trying tell the emperor he's a nudist.

And for what? How much value is there me in even addressing how fucking dumb it is that you'd call us out for coming back to make bank right before you tell me you wanna take this title for the pay bump? Do you even listen to yourself? But that's not even the stupidest part about it! Nobody in this company works for free. Hell, does anyone out there in the crowd tonight punch the clock strictly out of the kindness of their own heart?

Punk turns his mic to the crowd, looking to capture the voice of a single person who volunteers for a living. He comes up empty.

What a surprise. Everyone in the country gets compensated for their labor. What's wrong with that? Even in sports? How many NHL lock-outs have we seen in our life time? What's Floyd Mayweather got in the bank? What's the hot topic with college athletes these days? I'm not ashamed of making what I'm worth. That doesn't make sense. I wouldn't have come back for pennies just like you wouldn't show up again if EC3 asked you to compete pro bono. Come on, man. I know you're grasping at straws trying to knock me down a peg, but that's a bit much. Then again, I guess the reason I can wrestle to establish a legacy while also making sure I get paid is because unlike you, I can hold more than one thought in my head at a time.

On top of that you're raking me over the coals for not being able to make it as a "clean fighter" when that's literally like... my whole, entire thing. You, AJ, Rollins, HBK... filthy as they come. Dude, Jake, we've been over this. You can't be mad at me for bringing Joe in - and you certainly can't say I'm the problem - when it was you who drew first blood. The crooked ref thing, the attack on Seth's show, when are you gonna stop pretending you're innocent and so hard done by and own up to being a through-and-through dirtbag? You brought this on yourself. Joe's here because you and the rest of the lazy, insecure, no-confidence tools in the back refused to play by the rules. There's tape on all of it. Must be twenty times now you've called me a liar - do I need to get them to play it on the big screen? Does someone need to sit you down and show you all the mistakes you say you didn't make, all the losses you ignore, and all the times I've lived up the standards I preach and hit the goals I've set? I deal in facts, and I know... fuck, do I ever know that driving that home over and over and over again means nothing to you but I need this to get on the record too... Because this is my point.

Punk takes a deep breath, gestures towards WARHORSE, then himself, then the ring they're standing in.

This is what this Renaissance is about - me replacing you. You write me off as an old-timer when you're what's outdated. You are the embodiment of the Revolution era. From the constant struggle to the maintained victimhood, you are that spirit personified. Out of the ashes of the old came the new, and for a while all the piss and vinegar was necessary. Now? Now it's time to move one. Everyone needs to grow up. Get cultured. There's no reason why we can't have a civilized sports league but guys like you - and you're the worst of them all - are so hung up on holding on to everything pro wrasslin'. Hell, just look at yourself. Of course you are. The man who so desperately wants to look like he belongs on a lunch box in the 80's with all the sophomoric mannerisms of the 90's. It's too perfect. You can't fathom a landscape without the inane backstage shenanigans or brutal out-of-contest assaults, and you're too short-sighted to imagine a UWF that can evolve from what Carter has been fostering since he took over.

Thank God for me. I'm on a mission to civilize.

How fitting for this Renaissance - for the Face of the Future to eradicate the living monument of the Dark Ages. This is... an enlightenment. The difference between CM Punk and WARHORSE is the degree between the Mona Lisa and cave paintings, and when people look back on your wasted career, it'll be with the same slight curiosity that's dwarfed by their awe of Da Vinci's opus. That's what your future holds. No titles, no glory. An extinction. You can keep babbling about how unfairly you've been treated, slam me with hypocritical accusations and swear on your life you'll take this title... and none of it matters. There's nothing you can do to stop me. I'm too far ahead of you. I'm in the new world, you're stuck in the old. When I beat you at Wrestlemania, not only will it be a statement... it'll be a work of art.

With a glance down at his title then back at his opponent, Punk's ranting tone softens to a calm warning.

You're done. Everything about you is finished. "WARHORSE" is a failed idea that needs to die. I'm going to kill it, and it's going to be beautiful. My first symphony will be the silence where all that yelling used to be.

Punk turns to leave the ring, ready to step through the ropes and head to the back. Joe stays, watching the contender, expecting him to try something, Maybe even hoping he will.

[chaddanger]

As the ring began to fill up Dolph Ziggler found himself listen in a corner with his microphone as everybody spoke. After giving everybody there chance to speak Ziggler decided to join in as he brought his microphone up to his lips to speak.

Dolph Ziggler
Won’t you all just shut the hell up, look what UWF has come too since my release. As you can see Billie and Sonya, the big men are speaking in the ring, as for the you two on the outside, I think there maybe someone in the back there looking for a manager, because I can guarantee you Sonya, if you step through theses ropes at Wrestlemania it’s gonna be nothing like you expected. If you  think that you’re gonna come in this match and just steam roll through half of the roster, you’ve gotta be losing your mind. Matter fact I don’t think there’s anybody else on this roster capable of winning this match other than the show off Dolph Ziggler. I mean just look at the participants in this match, when you’ve got a drunken Hornswoggle, Sonya Deville, and Reborn Matt Sydal, this sounds like a recipe for disaster.

Dolph Ziggler takes a look around the ring and locks eyes with the “Hot Rod” Roddy Piper.



Dolph Ziggler
You see, I’m here to saving Wrestlemania, I’m here to save Wrestlemania from becoming a disaster. I’m here to save Wrestlemania from being terrible, I’m here to save all of you from being in a terrible match. Because without me this ladder match would be nothing , without me people wouldn’t even care about the ladder match. I am making you all relevant just by being in my presence. Yet you all talk about me being a former UWF Champion, about me leaving and coming back, and leaving, and coming back, but the truth is without me none of you would be standing in this ring. If it wasn’t for me this ladder match would’ve just been over shadowed by every other match on the card. If I wasn’t in this match who would everybody want to watch? Roddy Piper? That old guy that could barely even climb up a ladder, or would it be drunken swoggle, you would love to see that wouldn’t you?

Dolph Ziggler takes a a pauses as the crowd stay quiet.

Dolph Ziggler
Exactly, everybody knows the real reason I’m here and it’s because I should be the Number One Contender for the Television Championship, and at Wrestlemania I will prove to you all that although I’ve fallen from that main event status, although I’ve fallen from being legend status here in UWF, I will prove to all of you that I’m not washed up, I will prove to you that the same Dolph Ziggler from a few years ago is still here. At Wrestlemania I will all show you why I am the show off.

Ziggler then drops his microphone from his lips and leans into his corner as he waits for someone to speak.

[kingbaileyb]

Gresham takes a look around the ring, eyeing down the competition both the ones he'd expected to see and the ones who have taken it upon themselves to create an opportunity on the grand stage that is Wrestlemania. After collecting his thoughts for a few moments, he brings the mic up to his lips and begins to turn his thoughts into words.

JONATHAN GRESHAM: "Okay. Matt. Dolph. Sonya. Piper.......'Swoggle.  I'm not sure who the hell invited you out here, but let me remind you how things work. You clear time with UWF Management to come out here and speak your mind. You don't get to just decide that what I said has brought up some feelings that you'd like to talk about. If you spontaneously need to talk about how you're feeling, get a shrink. You see, I can't help but feel disrespected by you idiots coming out here and using MY time to get yourselves over! That's exactly what's wrong with this place, too many egos and WAY too many people who only care about what they can say on this mic to get Twitter talking. Speaking of egos and an overdependence on social media, it's Dolph Ziggler!"

Gresh' takes a step forward to come face to face with The Showoff, giving him a look from head to toe. 

"Former UWF World Champion, huh? Very accomplished amateur wrestler? Maybe I'd respect you a little more if you didn't bleach your hair blonde like you're an Eminem fan in 2003! That's not even my biggest problem with you though, Dolph. You're talented, I'll give you that, but you're just like everyone else, man. You rely on Twitter to get over, you've got the real catchy theme song, and you're entrance is so, so choreographed. You're all show, Dolph. It's sad, you could be just like me, cleaning the UWF of all this pomp and circumstance, but instead you'd rather try to beat them at their own game. Oh and Dolph, I'm undertand the term ladder match, and maybe we'll see just how quick you are to climb a ladder after I stretch you so far you snap!!"



Gresham seems pleased with himself after laying into Dolph with verbal jabs. He then turns his attention to Sonya, giving a bit of an approving nod of his head. Knowing Sonya is a former MMA Fighter and has all the tools to do this the right way.

"Sonya, Sonya, Sonya... nice joke. I'm an ant because you're taller than me, hahahaha. Good one! Let me go ahead and tell you this, Sonya. I respect you. I mean, my god, look at you. You look like a star out here! You've got the skills to be the second best WRESTLER on the UWF roster, Sonya. You really do have all the potential!

You know, actually, I think you may have too damn much. I look to the side of you, and I see someone who's only gonna get you laughed at. I see a dumb little bimbo who couldn't WRESTLE her way out of a paper bag. How do you think that reflects on you, Sonya? SHE CAN'T EVEN WALK WITHOUT KNOCKING INTO SHIT, SONYA!! Billie's an idiot and I'm telling you, you're never gonna be 'The Main Event' with a comedy act watching your back, Sonya!"

Gresh' gives a disappointing look to Sonya and Billie before walking right past Matt Sydal, appearing to not give him the time of day before stopping in his tracks. Gresham begins to back track to look Matt right in his third eye. Jon has a highly confused look on his face before forcing himself to speak to someone he obviously thinks is far beneath him.

"What the hell does that shit you just said even mean? You're making up sentences like you make up flips, if it seems cool do it! I'm not one bit afraid that you're gonna win this match, Matt. I could see ol' 'Swoggle over here climbing the ladder and winning before you, and he's a literal joke! Roddy, man, nice to see you've still got all this fire with you. You can still cut one hell of a promo, man. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same, huh? Because, you just can't hang with most of the people in this ring. You can't go hold for hold with me, can't trade shots with Sonya, you can't swap sleeper holds with Dolph, and you can't trade...uh...shin kicks with 'Swoggle. You're out of your element, sir."

"You're all out of your element! You can throw whatever gimmick you want into it, but the fact remains the same. At Wrestlemania we're in a WRESTLING match, and not one person in the world can out WRESTLE me! I don't care how tall you are, how many titles you've already won here, what you did before you started WRESTLING, or how 'Zen' you are. You can't hang with the Keeper of the Catch, and you can't stop me from climbing the ladder, grabbing the briefcase, and going on to become the NEXT UWF TELEVISION CHAMPION!"

Gresh' is sure someone else is gonna take their turn to get something of their chest so he simply walks to the ropes and takes a seat on the bottom rope and waits for it to happen!

[rebornmattsydal]

Matt Sydal responds, getting more and more riled up. Shedding his laid back exterior as his midwestern Missourian drawl comes out more and more.



Matt Sydal:
I can keep up with you! I am known as one of the best catch wrestlers as well. Influenced by Ken Shamrock, Bret and Owen Hart, Eddie Guerrero, Tiger Mask. I was the smallest kid on my wrestling team in high school and became freshman wrestler of the year in my first year. I have gone hold for hold with the best of the best . even in recent years since adding yoga to my game. I may not be 
Ziggler level but I'm better than you. Not just on the mat, in the sky you can't even f{bleep) touch me!!! 

The fans have an explosive reaction to this.

[vinny1979]

Piper makes his way to the ring and he rolls into the ring. He looks at the men in the ring and he raises his own mic.

Hot Rod: Take it easy there sprout. Greshem, first of all I can beat you, Ziggler, this idiot midget, Sydal on my worst day. You can't beat me on your best day. You have no damn respect and you have the nerve to say that I can't go sleeper to sleeper with the bleached blonde? How insulting. You seem to forget Greshem and Dolph, Matt, Sonya, Swoggle and whoever in the hell wants to come out here and play that when you think that you have all the answers but I change the questions. I'm here at Wrestlemania because I have to show all you young disrespectful pieces of garbage in the UWF that I am always going to be the best in this damn ring. You see Greshem....

Piper gets right in his face but doesn't do anything but raises his mic.

Hot Rod: Tonight is the night that I snatch something that you want right out from under your nose because I can. Greshem you are nothing compared to me and Dolph HAHAHAHA you want to be me!!! I mean you use the sleeper hold and let me say sprout you have no idea how to even apply the damn thing correctly. Dolph, I'm going to be the one that is going to put you back under whatever rock you crawled out from because Wrestlemania is the night where the best show what they can do and I already am the best but tonight is going to be my shining moment here in the UWF. Greshem you, Dolph you, Swoggle you, Sydal you and Sonya you can't and won't stop me from climbing this ladder....

Piper goes outside the ring and he grabs a ladder and sets it up and he starts to climb it to show what he can do.

Hot Rod: Greshem, you did say that I can't climb a ladder didn't you? Well what do you think about this you dumb son of a bitch. I am more than capable of climbing a ladder but the only difference is it will be in that ring and I will grab the briefcase and I will earn my Television Championship opportunity. Nobody is going to stop me here tonight at Wrestlemania.

Piper stays on top of the ladder and he puts a smug smile on his face.

[Danny]

Sami can only laugh at the audacity of the crowd. He raises the mic up to speak once more, stifling his laughter.



Sami Zayn: Oh I'm sure these people would love nothing more than to see me "get what's coming to me" but sorry to play spoiler to your plans Seth, they've been waiting for about 3 years now. I've persevered through insane amounts of punishment. I've risen from underdog to world class champion and I've toppled the greats such as the longest reigning UWF Champion in Revolution history. If these people think Seth Rollins of all people is going to be the one to finally stop me, then they're dumber than I thought.

The crowd rains down boos on the Dynamic Double Champ.

Sami Zayn: Seriously Seth, you say you're going to baptize me with an ass whooping and hell you very well may do that but it won't change the fact that at the end of the night, it's going to be me with my hand raised and that's all that matters. Since you've come back, all you talk about is fighting and "destroying" people but beating people up doesn't equate to wins. This is the Ultimate WRESTLING Federation. I don't know if Paul Heyman still thinks he's managing Brock Lesnar but a Destroyer you are not. Attacking Bobby Roode from behind and putting him on the shelf doesn't even compare to me out wrestling my opponents so bad they've gone off and quit. Even Drew McIntyre got so angry he took it out on his partner because he knew he couldn't get revenge against me, I'd just beat him again!

While the crowd isn't fans of Drew McIntyre, Sami's smugness still has them booing every word he says.

Sami Zayn: If you think I'm annoying you now, just wait until to realize how infinitely better I am than you. After Wrestlemania you'll be looking at yourself in the mirror and wondering just why you decided to get in Sami Zayn's business. Claim it's for your pride for me costing you your match against Drew McIntyre but that would have never happened had you not screwed me over first. You thought you could just waltz back into the UWF and we'd all bend over backwards for you but that's not how things go. Turnabout's fair play and it's about time you stop playing the victim. You're no hero righting the wrongdoings of others. It's time for you to suffer the consequences of your actions.

Sami smirks at Seth and lowers his mic.